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I, too, was prayerfully seeking G-d whether or not I should join our
people in Gush Kativ. I wanted to make their cause my own, partaking in
their plight peacefully. For it is distressing When the call went out for a 3-day approved peaceful protest march to Gush Kativ, I decided to join. Six buses were slated for Beer-Sheva, yet none arrived8. The police, in an unprecedented coup, stopped all buses that were to carry the marchers to Netivot, the designated starting point, and dragged the people off the buses. Sharon, in his now familiar pattern of breaking promises and agreements, declared the march illegal and gave orders to stop it. I decided to go by car and gave those still waiting a lift. Apparently thousands of others chose to do the same thing for the company of marchers numbered about 50,0009.
The marchers were of all ages, with whole families carrying their little
ones in baby carriages, on their backs and in their arms, while young children,
singing youth and young adults carried their own and others’ back packs,
such as mine. Their only “weapons” were their faith, their love of land
and people, their songs and dances. Never have I seen a nobler people with
whom I had the privilege to march, helping and supporting one another,
kind, caring and considerate.
The first place where we were to spend the night was Kvar Maymon. Half way there the police stopped the march. They had prepared for us with 3 helicopters on the ground, lots of vehicles, mounted police and a cordon of soldiers and police holding hands all across a large field. One of the march’s leaders called upon us to sit down on the road, then he addressed us over megaphones with inspriring and encouraging words. Afterwards people rushed down into the field, hoping to make their way to Gush Kativ, but were held back by the human chain. Some of the youth managed to break through but police dragged most of them back. We spent about 1 ½ hour in the field when suddenly the human cordon opened, letting us get back on the road to continue toward Kvar Maymon. We arrived about midnight onto a gigantic potato field, rows of restrooms with anti-septic tanks lining the field on both sides. As I looked over the field chock-full with sleeping bags and tents the people had put down on the hard-packed ground I realized why they let us move on to Kvar Maymon: it was much easier to contain the multitude there than all night long out in the open field. Early next morning as I was waiting my turn at the restrooms I saw buses
after buses arriving unloading a multitude of soldiers and police. I already
had contemplated returning home because I would have become a casualty
due to extreme pain in my back, hips, knees and feet from the march and
laying on the hard ground. Seeing this massive force pouring in I decided
to leave right away – as did some others as well - before the trap would
snap. On my way out I saw buses lining the road for about 1 kilometer,
and still more arriving. 20,000 troops and police were sent against this
peaceful, noble people11 as though
they were dealing with a raucous bunch of criminals, while true criminals
went about their deeds unimpeded that night.
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